Benemortasia

Abide by this ordinance
Of Mediocracy
Blood will spill either road
One last breath one last day
Blood will spill either road
Before we go our separate ways
The hope between us keeps
Oscillating oscillating
Buried within us
Forsaking forsaking
Me
Forsaken me
Cowards will be hung by their tongues
By their tongues they'll hang
Stop
Do not sit down this is no interrogation my intent is clear the last thing you'll hear is the whisper of Lucifer
Blood will spill
The hope is now
Oscillating oscillating
Buried within you
Forsaking forsaking